Can they please enter their break up era I need her apologizing begging on her knees and becoming submissive
mean!toph x f!reader (pt.3)
content: hurt/comfort, fluff (finally), pathetic!toph, needy!toph, she’s so awkward with her feelings i love her, body worship, praise, lots of praise, reader is so in love.
summary: click here for previous part! toph arrives at your doorstep, looking like a mess. she sucks at apologizing, but ends up folding because she does, in fact, love you a lot. she finally matures a bit.
note: there’s an 18+ nsfw extra at the end for those who requested it! doesn’t really add to the story, so you no-smut people can skip it <3 (contains: finger sucking, a bit of degrading?, toph eats you out like a starving woman)
you stare at her, dumbfounded, neither of you uttering a word yet, the silence only broken by the sound of her heavy panting.
she stood up straight, swiping her forearm across her sweaty forehead, and brushed her messy hair off her face. she clutched the wrinkled bouquet tighter, reflexively hiding it behind her back.
she glares up at you, and you couldn’t tell if the redness rising up her cheeks was due to her running or something else.
you look at her, lost for words. you never thought the day would come where you’d actually see your girlfriend out of breath for you, holding your favourite flowers.
it took all your willpower not to waltz right back into her arms at that gesture alone.
you exhale, steeling yourself, reminding yourself that this shouldn’t be so exceptional in a relationship.
you already made it this far, you were teaching her a lesson about your boundaries. giving in now would just be a waste of all your effort.
you simply stare into her eyes, standing more confidently, and wait for her to speak.
you won’t speak until she does.
she shifts uncomfortably, her head lowering, and you felt your heart squeeze at the sight. “um. i.. i just..” she starts, her voice trailing off.
you had the toph beifong nervous in front of you? this was a story to tell your grandkids.
“i-i just wanted to say..” she lifts her head up, face scrunched in irritation, an uncharacteristic blush tinting her cheeks. you swallow, nervous. was this finally it? “i’m—”
“toph!?” katara and aang’s stunned voices simultaneously pitch up from behind, piercing your eardrums, making both you and toph jump. you totally forgot about them.
aang scowls, stepping closer. “why the hell are you here, how dare—”
“aang.” you turned back, holding your arm out to stop him. “it’s okay, thank you. we’re just talking.“
she’s blushing furiously now, embarrassed and angry. she takes a step back, making sure the bouquet’s out of sight behind her, “go away, you fuckfaces! this is none of your business!”
katara sighs, “this is our house, toph.”
“s-shut up!” she retorted, her tone unusually high pitched, almost girlish. you had never seen your girlfriend so worked up. her face was flushed, her arms slightly trembling, her grip slippery with sweat.
you were so hopelessly in love with this girl.
you wanted to forgive her already, especially with this oddly endearing and pathetic display, but you had to go through with this. no more being a pushover.
you sigh softly and turn to your friends, giving them a small smile. “i think i’ll take my leave with toph for now. thank you guys. we’ll come back after we talk this out.”
katara nods, still worried, while aang whines. “but you didn’t even eat your breakfast. i helped make it!”
he was so unserious, but it did help ease down the crushing tension that was building up between you all.
you wave “bye” at him, smiling. “keep it in the fridge for me, i’ll come get it later. as well as my suitcase.”
you walk home together, quiet. you blush a little too; this was pretty embarrassing. putting an important conversation on hold like that, and awkwardly going home to finish it, it all felt somewhat funny.
the bouquet dangled uselessly from her hand, some of the lilies slipping off it. she hated this. she felt like a loser, like she could do nothing right, her “attempt” at apologizing was a total failure, and now she had to walk back with all this shame to do it again.
you stop in your tracks, realizing your girlfriend wasn’t walking anymore. you turn back to look at where you left her.
her head was lowered, as she gripped the now mushy flowers even tighter, veins threatening to pop off her shaky hands, chewing at her bottom lip.
you sigh. she still had a long way to go before apologizing.
you walk over to her, tone gentle, “toph—”
“i hate this!” she abruptly exclaims, startling you. she looks up, staring deep into your eyes, her brows beautifully furrowed.
your breath hitched. she was blind, but you swear you’d never seen so much emotion in someone’s eyes before.
you were both in the middle of the street, many people passing by and dropping furtive glances your way, but right now, it felt like only you two existed in this world.
for once, she actually seemed vulnerable.
“i..” she fidgets, plucking nervously at a flower, redness spreading over her cheeks again, “w-what i did to you wasn’t right. i.. i was..”
“selfish,” you help her. if she’s doing this, you’ll make her do it right.
“s-selfish..” she repeats after you, swallowing down her pride. “and i didn’t—“
“and arrogant.” you interrupt, voice light but firm. “immature, too.”
her jaw tightens, teeth grinding against each other. you knew you were kinda pushing it, but she had to learn. and for once, she seemed cooperative, so you were making the most out of this opportunity.
“yes,” she clears her throat. “all of that. i— i was just..”
she stays quiet for a few seconds, then awkwardly hands you the flowers. the poor, crumpled flowers. “i’m sorry,” she flushes, quickly spitting it out like it was burning her mouth, fingers quivering, her lip swollen from all the nervous biting, “.. w-will you accept these?”
that bouquet, of your favourite flowers, though half were crushed, perfectly represented the person holding them. toph was still your favourite person, even with all her flaws and your petty fights.
you take them from her, “i do accept them.” you pick a fresh lily, and tuck it into your girlfriend’s hair, making her eyes widen. “and i do accept your apology.”
“i..” she stammers, her blush deepening when you cup her cheek, “i-i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”
you smile, watching her lean down to capture your lips into a slow, gentle kiss, that you return just as softly.
you finally make it home, gingerly holding hands with toph for the rest of the walk back, your lilies held snugly against your chest. you felt like a high schooler on their first date.
she opens the door, and wastes no time the second you get in, her mouth back on yours, slow and languid.
you wrap your arms around her neck, letting her pick you up and carry you to bed.
she sets you down to sit on the edge, and sinks to her knees by your feet. she rubs your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your bare knee, “please forgive me, sweetheart.”
she grabs your hand, bringing it to her lips, peppering butterfly pecks all over your palm to your forearm, “i’m sorry about everything.” another kiss. “let me make it up to you, love.”
you sigh softly, afraid to jolt yourself awake from this pleasant dream.
she had all this in her, and you were settling for those scraps? we really do accept the love we think we deserve.
she continues kissing up your arm, now sweetly nipping at your shoulder and neck. “i love you so much,” a soft kiss to your jawline. “my beautiful angel. forgive me for hurting you.”
you smile, looking down at her. terrible, terrible gorgeous toph, on her knees, erasing all your bad memories with each kiss she left on your body, only leaving hazy sprinkles of pleasure in her wake.
you were right where you wanted to be.
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you hum and lift her chin up, stroking her bottom lip with your thumb. “i can think of a way for you to make it up to me.”
she grins at the implication, taking your thumb into her mouth, “anything for you, love.”
you moan softly at the sight, her tongue deliciously wrapping around it. she pats your thighs firmly, waiting for you to spread them open, “now, allow me to properly apologize.”
even though she was the one kneeling at your feet, you still felt like mush under her orders, obediently spreading them open for her, your short dress hiking up your thighs.
she clicks her tongue, bluntly prodding at your clothed pussy, earning a startled yelp from you. “you’re barely wet. what the hell is this? this never happens. did me worshipping you not turn you on?”
you flush with embarrassment, “n-no, it did, i just—”
“ha!” she cuts you off, delighted, prodding harder this time, feeling the dampness spread, “now you’re getting turned on? so, you actually do like it better when i’m mean to you?”
she asks it so mockingly, so proud of herself, it makes your blood boil again (and unfortunately gets you wetter).
“shut up! no, i actually don’t. this isn’t an excuse for your earlier behavior! i like you better now that you— ahh! toph!”
you squeal, as she positions herself better between your legs, still on her knees, and hikes your plush thighs up to rest on her shoulders. she rolls her eyes, “blah blah, i’m not talking about that. i know i was wrong about that.”
she pulls your panties to the side, “i’m talking about in bed. you can dislike me being mean, but it can still arouse you, yknow?”
seriously? a kink lecture, right now?
you scoff, “i’m not twelve! i know that you can— mngh! fuck!” you moan as she licks a big stripe right up your cunt, pressing a taunting kiss to your hardened clit, effectively shutting you up.
you can feel her stupid grin against you as she absolutely wolfs you down, her tongue greedily lapping at your folds in new, unpredictable patterns. when the fuck did she learn this!?
“much better like this. you talk too much,” she adds before resuming her thorough apology.
you uselessly whine and mewl, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. one minute, she’d be roughly flicking your clit with only the (freakishly strong) tip of her tongue. the next, she’d be licking your inner thighs, only faintly brushing over your drooling hole, edging you until she was satisfied.
and you could not guess what was coming next, keeping your senses alert and tingly with anticipation.
“cute,” she chuckles, kissing your sensitive bud after you came embarrassingly fast all over her mouth. she licks her lips clean, and you just groan, throwing your head back.
she laughs, letting go of your previously tugged to the side panties, letting them cling to your now saliva-wet lips. she traces their outlines, coaxing broken whimpers out of you.
she adjusts herself to your height, muffling your noises with a delicious, heated kiss, tasting yourself on her mouth.
she finally stops toying with you, snickering at your exasperated expression. she coos, “there there, i’ll stop. don’t cry.”
you huff, wrapped around her. “you’re such a cunt. i hate you.”
“the only cunt here,” she presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “is the one i just devoured.”
you slap the back of her head.
* tada, last part is done! hope you guys like it :) do lmk in the comments hehe. also, you do still get breakfast from aang later so dont worry 💁♀️
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